Son of the Bone

When Jiang Jue woke up, he felt something was wrong.

The body became much lighter, and there was no one beside the bed.

He vaguely remembered that yesterday was the tenth anniversary of marriage, the family brought out the best rose champagne, and he drank an extra glass.

What happened next...

He rubbed his forehead and sat up, then froze in place.

This is the hand of a child.

Small, tender, and white, the hands of a three- or four-year-old child.

After Jiang Jue stayed in a daze for two or three seconds, he woke up from all the drowsiness.

He raised his head and looked around his residence, and found that it was still an old house in Shidu Yufeng Bieyuan, but the furnishings inside were much less——

There is not even a computer in my bedroom, and the bed is also a children's bed in my memory.

He put on the little rabbit slippers in a daze, and went to the bathroom unsteadily.

The child in the mirror had black hair hanging down, and his big eyes were full of panic, like a chick that suddenly fell into the grass.

I—I'm getting smaller!

"Xiao Jue?" Jiang Yanzhi was saying goodbye to Bai Ping at the door, but when he heard some movement in the distance, he came over to have a look and laughed, "Why did you come to look in the mirror so early in the morning?"

Jiang Jue looked up at her in surprise, and found that his mother was also much younger.

Her black hair was disheveled, her bright eyes were bright, and she was obviously still the young actress back then.

"I..." When he spoke, he found that his voice was also soft: "What time are we now?"

"Do you want to go back to France?" Jiang Yanzhi knelt down and patted his head: "I'll leave the day after tomorrow, don't worry—what do you want for breakfast?"

The feeling of being hugged by my mother like a little doll is a bit strange.

He was even a little embarrassed, but he could only sit quietly at the dining table and drink a fresh strawberry milkshake.

I'm still in Shidu now, and I haven't returned to France, which means that the time is probably at the end of 2000.

The little one, Jiang Jue, drank a large glass of milkshake sullenly, and began to think quietly.

——Did I time travel back?

seems like it.

——What is Qi Lin like now?Is he a child too?

not sure.

Jiang Yanzhi has long been used to the endless chattering of the little boy at home. Today, he caught a glimpse of his son who was silent, and went to touch his forehead on purpose.

I don't have a fever either.

"Mom." Jiang Jue tried not to let his adult tone come out: "Are there any other children?"

"Others?" Jiang Yanzhi said patiently, "Do you want to play with other children?"

"Yes." Jiang Jue blinked and said, "Can I do it today?"

"Okay."

Then came the awkward time of changing clothes.

Jiang Jue tried to put on pants and socks by himself, but he couldn't avoid being helped to tie buttons and ribbons.

He tried his best to adapt to the child's body, while trying to figure out how good the relationship between the Qi family and the Bai family is now - he probably wouldn't take himself to others.

After changing clothes, Jiang Yanzhi answered the phone and went to the balcony to answer the film appointment.

And the landline at home suddenly rang.

Jiang Jue was startled, and while the nanny was still helping to tidy up the clothes, he trotted all the way to the living room to answer the phone.

Could it be-

"Crooked?" A child's ignorant voice came from the other end of the phone: "Excuse me, is this Jiang Jue's younger brother's home?"

Jiang Jue breathed out, looked towards the balcony, and asked in a low voice, "Qi Lin? Is that you?"

The other party was also stunned for a few seconds: "You wear it too?"

"My God—" Qi Lin clenched the phone, covered his face with one hand, and said, "I still remember your landline number, and it hasn't been changed for so many years."

"I'll come and find you later," Jiang Jue was about to say something, when Wu Qiuyi's voice came from Qi Lin's side: "Xiao Lin, what are you doing! Don't make random phone calls, you know!"

Before Qi Lin could say anything, Father Qi picked it up and carried him back to the sofa. The background sound of SpongeBob SquarePants was quite clear: "Send Daxing and let's go catch jellyfish!"

Just at this time, Jiang Yanzhi also came back, and found that Jiang Jue was sitting next to the landline with a blank face, and said with a smile: "Miss Dad?"

"This is ringing." He pointed here.

"This is a landline. It's used to talk to other people." When Jiang Yanzhi walked over, he just heard a voice from the receiver: "What's going on?"

Wu Qiuyi was preparing to stew pig's trotters, and just came over to pass Qi Lin two small oranges to play with, when he heard the ringing of the phone.

The two children froze at the same time, trying to mobilize their acting skills and pretend nothing happened.

"Old Jiang! I guess Linlin was playing on the phone just now, so he accidentally dialed."

"It's okay, it's okay! How about I bring Xiaojue over to play later? I just happen to be going to France soon, and it's a pity that I won't be able to see you all in the future."

Qi Lin leaned over to eavesdrop, and suddenly burst into tears uncontrollably.

He thought he could cry whatever he wanted, trying to wipe his eyes with his hands.

Children's bodies seem to be difficult to control, and they are extremely sensitive to emotions.

"What's the matter with our little princess..." Qi Ding came back after washing a pear and saw Qi Lin sitting next to his mother with red eyes: "Did mother train you?"

"No!" Qi Lin tried hard not to cry: "I didn't cry!"

Wu Qiu was startled for a moment, and subconsciously said: "You played with brother Jiang Jue just two days ago, don't you want to see him today?"

"Is he leaving?" Qi Lin raised his head to look at her.

"I think I'm going to France to stay for five or six years. Don't cry," Wu Qiuyi comforted, "Brother Xiaojue is gone. Mom can still take you to play with Brother Han Yi. He's a foreigner."

He is not my wife! !

Qi Lin held back his emotions and sat on the sofa with his little orange in his arms, bowed his head and said nothing.

Now his legs are so short that it is difficult for him to get off the sofa, let alone run to open the door for Jiang Jue.

I don't know how long it took before the familiar doorbell rang again.

Xiao Jiangjue stood at the door holding his mother's hand, and whispered hello, auntie.

"Xiao Jue is so cute, come and give him a hug!" Qi Ding hadn't shaved his beard yet, and the fluffy hair was prickling in pain.

"Let me tell you, Linlin doesn't know what's wrong today, he's very good--he eats in the morning without making any noise, and even eats the green peppers with a frown." Wu Qiu greeted the two of them, obviously relaxed in one breath.

As soon as Qi Lin heard the familiar voice, he tried to climb down from the high wall-like sofa to meet him, but almost rolled down like a panda.

"Sit down and sit down! Let's eat some snacks later!" Qi Ding relied on Jio to support his son, and managed not to let him fall. While putting Juejue on the sofa, he hugged Qi Lin up: "Play well with your brother, don't cry, be good."

The two little guys looked at each other, obviously feeling a little strange.

Although I have seen it many times in photo albums, I still have a strange feeling when I really catch a glimpse of my lover turning into a three or four-year-old child.

The adults brought them toys and children's books, and started talking about filming not far away, while Qi Lin here carefully touched Jiang Jue's face, obviously a little uncertain.

"Do you remember me?" he asked.

The child's voice was soft and waxy.

"I remember..." Jiang Jue held his hand, and he could still smell the milky scent on his body: "I remember...but before, where were we?"

Qi Lin turned his head and looked at his mother who called Lao Bai to come over and play mahjong, and quietly compared 2029 with his hands.

On the tenth anniversary of marriage.

That's the same day that passed through.

Jiang Jue heaved a sigh of relief, thankfully the two of them had memories from the same time period.

"Your mother said that she would take you to France...to stay for many years." Qi Lin whispered, "What should I do?"

Jiang Jue felt that this body was so soft that it was easy to lose strength, so he simply lay down on the big pillow beside him, thought for a while and said, "I'll go and persuade her later, in case it's useful."

"We can grow up together... we can also go to the same elementary school and go to the Kaoshi theater together," Qi Lin said intermittently, not speaking very well, "but don't leave, okay?"

He leaned over and kissed Xiao Jiangjue's face, his eyes were big and bright: "Don't leave."

"Xiao Qi! Don't kiss your brother casually like this!" Qi Ding shouted: "You can only kiss if my brother agrees, otherwise it's a hooligan!"

The other two adults also looked over.

The two children froze suddenly, Jiang Jue nodded and agreed, and the adults continued to study the mahjong table.

The two of them had nothing to do while sitting, and they simply climbed down from the super high sofa like a prison escape, and held hands to look at the furnishings of the house.

Several rooms don't have the same appearance as before, and they are all guest rooms and storage rooms for the time being.

The grand piano was bought very early, and after ten years of maintenance, there is no difference.

The nanny followed the two children carefully, for fear that something might happen to them.

Qi Lin lifted the lid of the piano, trying to play a piece of music with his little claws.

However, the knuckles don't have much strength, and it's impossible to span an octave, so I can only play a song "Little Star" rather clumsily.

Jiang Jue sat beside him, his short legs dangling.

He suddenly felt that it would be nice to grow up slowly with him.

Parents are not old, many regrets can be made up, and it is even possible to really study and grow up with Qi Lin.

Wu Qiu was halfway through speaking, when he heard the intermittent sound of the piano in the distance, he suddenly laughed and said: "This kid is really like his father, he naturally likes these things."

"What do you plan to let him learn in the future?" Jiang Yanzhi peeled the warm roasted chestnuts and said, "Xiaolin has always been very smart."

"Business? Or study biology?" Qi Ding was thoughtful: "Don't everyone say now that the 21st century is the century of biology, so it will probably be very popular?"

"It's better to just watch him and learn what you like." Wu Qiuyi asked casually: "What about your family? You and Lao Bai are both so talented, do you plan to let him learn acting?"

"I still can't." Jiang Yanzhi laughed and said, "Our job is too hard. We have to grind every lens over and over again, and we have to pour ice water in winter, just like being a soldier."

"Isn't there some popular group now! Singing and dancing are also pretty good!"

"It's fine to put on airs—"

The two little guys looked at each other, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.